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Regarding Henry’s

I missed a purely slab bacon weekend by only one meal consisting of Henry’s thick sliced*. This was the thickest thick slice I have yet encountered and comes about as close to my ideal slice thickness as I can get without slicing it myself (the preceding sentence was brought to you by the word “slice”).

After one tasting I’m almost ready to declare it my favorite bacon so far (now more than halfway through Bacon Stupidity Month). However, much more testing is needed. There are many pounds of Tip Top’s slab bacon and double smoked slab bacon waiting in the larder that just may have some choice words for Henry’s (and no doubt they’d pronounce it “OHN-reesz” with a contemptuous sneer if they could talk.) Conor also provided me with a jaw-droppingly expensive packet of The Linkery’s “pastured and sustainably raised” bacon for which I have justifiably high expectations.

To sum up then – there are not enough days in a month where bacon is concerned. I may have to rethink.

Wow. A Kato Kaelin joke in this Day and Age. Astonishing! You are truly a Master of Obscurity, by which I mean as a compliment, especially if such cognitive activity is actually a manifestation of dietary deficiencies….

Also, my girlfriend has a killer (in all senses of the word) carbonara recipe that I can pass on, if that counts as bacon ingestion….

To satisfy your bacon fetish you should become a bacon of the month member. I gave it to a friend as a going away present and amid all the snickering of other friends, it remains, to this day his favorite gift of all time.

12 months of glorious pig back, delivered to your home. Think about it Mike…think about it

I’m starting to worry that Mike’s car is going to break down on some lonely California highway, and he’ll find himself miles from civilization with nothing but several bags of trailmix and fresh vegetables. Faced with starvation, he’ll be forced to cut thick strips off his own arm, smoke cure them with a zippo, and then fry them on the sizzling exhaust manifold…

I’d be interested to know to what extent bacon is now dominating your life, in a way that food normally wouldn’t.

Given that you can only eat bacon, does this mean that you think of little else? Are you, for example, unable to fully concentrate on driving, doing the laundry, typing emails etc because you keep thinking about bacon? Do irrelevant bacon jokes keep popping into your head when you’re trying to riff, at which your fellow riffers merely look bemused or increasingly angry? Do you dream about bacon?

The main reason I almost never eat bacon at home is that I prefer stove-top frying it in an iron frying pan, and it got so I just hated the cleanup part. I’ve tried microwaving a few times, with unhappy results, and I pretty much never use the oven, so it’s frying for me.

Wow people, it’s Labor Day! I’m happy with my extra day off, and I am planning to make something fun that will probably involve a car trip and seeing something new in Gardnerville Ranchos I haven’t seen yet.
You write something new on a Monday at the labor day? … hAPpy BLOGGIng!